he worries too much

damn it. the one time i didn't push it, he actually wanted to.
i missed the opportunity; i'm a little pissed. we could have talked, cried, and then done it. like old times.
ah, well, i'm still happy for the rest. that was also wonderfully like old times. i wonder what would have happened had i stayed...

I haven't written in SO LONG
people really do change

why do i always wait for godot?

i tried to find some shoes yesterday and i bought some marked-down sangria mix instead. also, i ate some mcdonald's fries. they weren't that good.

before ice skating through a garden of art in the capitol of inspiration...

in love with michael stipe

in love with the music
ALL music

bad grammar makes me [sic]

i both love and hate the shirt i have on
i love it because, to me, it ultimately is laughing at ME, not at the person who may not understand it.
and that, to me, is a victory, because it is to be laughing at the snobbishness, itself, which is better admitted as something oen has, than denied or unaware of.
yes
run on!!!



layers and layers...sometimes.

:)